a not so lavish affair

I had a nightmare about my wedding day last night. Yes, a nightmare. Not a dream, like all women are supposed to have. But a nightmare. There were only two pluses:

-the church looked like something out of a Jane Austen novel
-there was a large green field next to it with a white pavilion, with flowers all around it, like something out of Beethoven's Pastoral Symphony.

The rest was terrible. My dress was adequate, ok but clearly something I would not pick. My flowers were similar, but I saw cream roses so it made the bouquet ok. My hair on the other hand, was a hot mess. I have no idea what the hell they did to it. But I looked ridiculous.

I had no idea who the groom was, I had met him once, that was all I knew. It seemed as if my parents picked him out of a crowd and said "he'll do!!" I remember feeling angry because Heather was married and got to pick her husband, whom she was in love with. I remember wanting to rather see like 3 faces at the altar other than the man I was marrying. We were in the limo driving up to the church, and I was crying, "But I don't know him! I don't even know him! I can't do this!" And my mom said, "But honey it is ok, you can get to know each other and maybe you will be compatible. Change yourself for him" (WHATT???!!)

Then I looked out the window and saw the bridesmaids and guests in black. Why were they wearing black??!! I never wanted black in my wedding. AND I saw people in my life that I NEVER would have invited to my wedding, and I was like wtf who invited these people that I don't want here??!

I remember running....running away from the church, running down an enormous flight of stairs, like Cinderella. It was all very movie romanticized. I know I didn't get married, but I woke up running my fingers through my hair, because I was trying to take off the heinous veil they put on me.

Pretty much, everything you don't want to happen and want to feel on your wedding day, happened. Let's hope this isn't a sign of what is to come...haha.